Death of Youth by Lia Gee
As the sun will always set, And the days turn into years, The way death is always met, The falling fate of cloud's melancholy tears. Just like the funeral for our youth is inevitable and always remains, To the surrender of innocence and all things pure, The way curiosity bleeds out leaving all but stains, The kid in our heart is plagued with no cure. Youth does not mark a time of life, Its final lap begins through exposure to pain and sorrow, Youth and knowledge hold an internal strife, It is not a feeling that you can borrow. Enjoy the oblivion and accept the stage that follows, For the death of your youth leaves nothing but hollows.